Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.